Authors Note: Wowie I wasn't expecting such a response for this little thing. I'm sorry I don't exactly update regularly. The reviews and stuff are really nice C: Um... yeah! I actually plan on writing more tonight so expect another update.
The curly haired man was leaning with his elbows on the desk, showing his usual lazy grin as the boy across from him spoke excitedly about something. He wasn't exactly paying attention to what the kid was saying; the way his cheeks dimpled when he smiled was too cute to ignore. A couple strands of dark brown hair flopped in front of his face as he giggled about something he had said. Gamzee laughed too, but because the little chuckle made his heart skip a beat. He hadn't felt like this for someone in what seemed like ages. The way the boy's eyes would crinkle when he laughed and how he would scrunch up his face when he was thinking made his heart flutter.
Blush crept onto the boy's cheeks and Gamzee noticed he had stopped talking a few minutes ago and Gamzee had been simply staring at him. The kid looked down at his lap, his face flushed.
"So, when do you get off again?" Gamzee said, looking up at the clock on the wall.
"Right now, actually." He replied, turning in his chair to see the clock. He turned back and grinned at Gamzee before rolling into the back office and exchanging a few words with the woman sitting back there. He came back with his jacket over his shoulder and pulled up next to Gamzee. He grabbed the boys chair and began to wheel him towards the door so the kid could get his jacket on. They pushed out into the crisp autumn air and made for the parking lot.
"I can't motherfuckin find it." Gamzee grumbled. Tavros giggled, holding the game controller behind his back. "Tavros, did you-"
"I don't know what you're talking about." He blurted as he dropped the controller in his lap and spun around. He sped down the hall laughing as Gamzee chased after him. The boy mindlessly turned at the end of the hallway and came to a halt at the center of the room. The walls were plastered with posters of 80s and 90s rock bands. The sheets on the bed were a mess and the floor was littered with the same trash as the rest of the house, aside from one corner. A guitar was displayed proudly there. Gamzee sauntered in behind Tavros and saw him staring at the corner.
"That's my baby. Keep that spot clean just for her." He said proudly.
"I didn't know you played guitar," Tavros said, turning in his chair, "That's really cool!"
Gamzee smiled, moving towards the guitar.
"Wanna hear a little?" He asked, already picking it up. Tavros nodded excitedly. Gamzee sat down on the bed, and began to play. His hand moved swiftly over the neck and his fingers carefully plucked at the strings. Tavros watched him in awe, soaking up the look of concentration on Gamzee's face which he had never seen before. With the sloppy grin off his face he looked so old, so much older than he really was. Tavros saw so much more than what twenty or so years would leave behind his eyes. As Gamzee ended the song, he looked up at Tavros, the same look lingering on his face for just moments.
"Get your jaw off the floor, bro," he said, the smile returning to his face, "That was hardly anything. You wanna see some real music, you come to my band's show on Friday."
Tavros nodded without hesitation. Anything to see that expression on Gamzee's face again.